A Girl With A Thousand Faces
No matter where I go, I can't explain away,
the limitless attraction to a girl who knows her way.
She's a mystery to us all,
and a puzzle to a tee,
a conundrum to her parents,
and as pretty as pretty could be,
A vacuum some would call her,
for she takes your breath from your chest.
With her sufficating beauty,
she gives men little time to rest.
A tall one she is not,
but only a fool would doubt her game.
Because this Girl with a Thousand faces,
is like tigress that has yet to be tamed.
It is doubtful that I will see again,
in my many travels to places,
this gracious face of an angel,
MY Girl with a thousand faces.
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